Chapter 27
A Short Interlude Mason was worried, it was now a few minutes past midnight and Milan wasn't back at the house, he sat on his bed looking down on his phone contemplating whether or not he should contact his father and when it had reached twelve-thirty he didn't dwell anymore and had called his father. Michael Knox was awake in his office sorting through contracts when one of his helpers had called him to the downstairs phone over the house's intercom. " Hello, " He began but was soon cut off by his son's indecipherable rambling, " Mason, breathe, " To which Mason took his advice. " Milan hasn't come home as yet, " Mason let out. Michael's brows furrowed " Are you sure she's not at a party? " He asked. " Yes, I'm sure dad, someone spotted her leaving her friends at around three in the
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